Two days before she passed, my 68-year-old grandma sent a message in our family group chat.
“Does anyone have a little money to spare? I’d like to buy something important.”
At first, no one really paid attention. The message sat there — unread by most, ignored by a few. Everyone was busy with their own lives. We all just assumed Grandma would be fine, like always.
\But that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about her message. Something about it didn’t feel right. Maybe it was the word important. Grandma never asked for much — she was the kind of woman who gave more than she ever received.
So, without overthinking it, I transferred her some money. I didn’t even ask what it was for. A few minutes later, she replied with a simple heart emoji and a short message:
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
That was the last message I ever got from her.
